Visit Me In My Dreams

In Samah’s words.

This painting remained unfinished until a loss in my family gave it a meaning I had not yet understood.

My father called to tell me that my mother’s sister had passed away. My parents had returned to Lebanon after more than six years away. What was meant to be a reunion with family and friends became a final goodbye.

When I spoke to my mother, she was crying. She told me, “I only saw her twice… and now she’s gone. I told her, please visit me in my dreams.”

Her words stayed with me. They became the heart of this painting.

Beneath its colour and movement is a space for grief, memory and the presence of someone who lit up every room. Finishing it became my way of holding that presence close—and of expressing the quiet hope that we might meet those we miss again in our dreams.